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GEST Songs Of Newfoundland And Labrador
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As I grow older, my time draws near,
I pray to be with my Lord so dear;
I've chosen my heaven, God hear my plea,
Don't cry for me, my friends, this is where I'll be.
Where the waters run clear, the mountains high,
No place compares under God's own sky;
The place of my birth from where I roamed,
When the time has come, I'll be going home.
Where I'll hold my mother, I'll shake the hand of the man,
I'll walk those rugged shores carved by God's own hand;
I will stroll her valleys, I hope you understand,
Don't you cry for me, my friends, I'll be in Newfoundland.
With parting comes sorrow, heartache and tears,
As we look back on the times we shared;
But for all mankind this time must come,
But don't cry for me, my friends, I'm just going home.
Where waters run clear, her mountains high,
No place compares under God's own sky;
The place of my birth from where I roamed,
When the time has come I'll be going home.
Where I'll hold my mother, I'll shake the hand of the Man,
I'll walk her rugged shores carved by God's own hand;
I will stroll her valleys, I hope you understand,
Don't you cry for me, my friends, I'll be in Newfoundland.
Don't you cry for me, my friends, I'll be in Newfoundland.